Pen smiled still.
"What will we do with the canoe?" he asked, when their cargo was unloaded on the wharf.
"Sink it in deep water at the end of the wharf," she said.
"Good! I'll empty my clothes out and fill the valise with stones."
"Such a good valise," objected the prudent Pen. "Couldn't you just load the stones in the canoe?"
"No. She'd roll them out and come to the top. I can tie the valise to a thwart."
How Pen loved to have him talk to her offhand as to another man!
While he was attending to the canoe Pen busied herself dividing his belongings into two equal lots to carry up the hill. Her eyes ever glancing in the direction of the Island finally saw a tiny red and a green eye turn on them from afar.
"They've started back," she said quietly. "We'll have to carry everything in one trip."
"Oh, throw everything overboard that will sink."